Percy clutched the photograph in his hand, shaking with fear. Fred's voice, this time coming from a very young picture of him, had just told him of the danger Ron and his friends were in. Now, they were all in danger. Percy had to hide, but his mistakes caused him to not know where he could go, or to whom he could turn. So doing what he could, he put powerful wards upon his flat, crouched against his door, and held his wand tightly while Hermes kept watch.

"You are a magnificent creature, Hermes, but it makes me loathe myself immensely to know you are my only friend. Now one of my family, who I've abandoned, is in danger and I am cowering in my flat," he finished, self-disgust rising in this throat.

When you're on your own
When you're at a fork in the road
You don't know which way to go
There's too many signs and arrows

The large owl blinked his yellow eyes at Percy, as if acknowledging he was right. Suddenly, he tapped on the window and let out a very soft 'hoot'. Someone was approaching.

He cast a 'revelio' on his thick Victorian door, and his breath stopped in his chest. Audrey was standing there, looking uncertain, wild-eyed, and a little less put together than their last meeting. But Percy knew she couldn't be real, because she left that night in fear, and hadn't spoken to him in months. She had to be a very dirty trick by a very clever Death Eater.

"Stop right there. Do not move," he said angrily through the door. She froze on the spot and turned wide eyes toward the disembodied sound.

"Percy? It's Audrey. I need to talk to you," she yelled to no one, wringing her hands in desperation.

"I know you have Ron, and I won't go without a fight," he exclaimed, trying to keep his wits about him.

"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked, looking shiftily around her. She seemed genuinely confused and Percy's will foundered.

"Who was playing at the bistro the night we danced?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her pale face.

"Cole Porter," she said with a little more confidence, and a small smile on her face. "It's important that you forget yourself soon and let me in," she said, looking to her left and panicking.

Percy threw caution to the wind, opened the door, and grabbed her hand. He pulled her in swiftly. Thinking quickly, he cast a spell making his door and home undetectable to anyone but the current occupants.

"You were followed, weren't you?"

"You weren't lying, were you?"

She nodded, he shook his head, and they simultaneously moved into an embrace. Percy, who was instantly warmed by her touch, never wanted to leave the fantasy of being so close to her.

"Men. Men in hoods, just like they were during the fire. They were outside your building. I had to hide and sneak in, but they must have heard. I heard footsteps on the stairs," she said, looking frantically at his door, shocked to see it wasn't there.

"Shhhh…revelio," he whispered, placing a hand over her lips, and trying not to get drawn into her soft delicate skin.

They moved closer to each other and watched tensely as two Death Eaters walked by, trying to find something. After only a few moments, they shook their heads and gave up. Percy let out an audible sigh of relief. He noticed he was gripping Audrey's hand and quickly dropped it.

"Why are you here?" he said, trying not to sound hurt or accusatory, but still trying to remain aloof. She swallowed slowly, gathering her thoughts and composure.

"You weren't lying. I realized that. Your eyes never once deviated from mine, and your gestures were natural and uncalculated. When I first reached this conclusion, I assumed you were just clever and devious, until I heard someone else say "Muggles and Wizards" while I was walking to the shop. And being who I am, I waffled another month before coming over and apologizing. I mean, how could you ever receive someone who all but ran away from you?" she finished, blushing and looking up at him with pleading eyes.

You haven't laughed in a while
When you can't even fake a smile
When you feel ashamed
The uniform don't make you brave

Everything froze for that moment. Percy felt like a tragic fool. He had known this girl for what could only accumulate to a total of 48 hours, and yet he was completely weak when looking at her resolute gaze. She was so real and sincere, that everything he knew about decorum seemed to fly out the window. After all, what had decorum ever provided for Percy Weasley besides a terrible lonely existence? He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger against her skin as her arms wound around his waist.

"I can understand why you reacted the way you did. You're too logical to believe something that quickly, and we certainly did move awfully fast for a first date," he said, running his hands up and down her arms. Percy craved contact like that so much; he became weak when she rested her head on his shoulders.

"We were victims of the night music. I promise you that you've not left my thoughts since I went running from that garden."

"Where do we go from here? You must have caught on that I'm involved in something big, and I can't in good conscience involve you in it," he said, pulling back to look her in the eye. "My family are all major players in the war, and now my brother has been found in the hands of the enemy. We have all been told to go into hiding and await news of him," Percy explained, worry and regret gripping him. Audrey, ever intuitive, seemed to sense the emotional gravity and took his hand in hers.

All I can do is love you to pieces
Give you a shoulder to cry when you need it
When the day is long and the night is coming down on you

"I'm no magician..."

"Witch…"

"Semantics. But I don't think you are safe here," she said, bringing his knuckles to her lips, as he reveled in her warm breath on his hands.

"You're right, but I have nowhere to go. Even if my family were to welcome me with open arms, they're already gone underground," he said, sitting on his sofa miserably.

"Well, if you've got a way to move undetected, I would suppose my parents' home is an excellent location to lie low. No one ever thinks of that neighborhood."

"If you're willing to trust me, I think I can get us there," he started. Percy mustered his courage, being pushed in the direction by tumultuous circumstances. He summoned a broom, and as it flew into his hand, he kissed her passionately. She felt amazing, like a perfect combination of rain and fire, waking Percy up in places that had lain dormant for many years. He pressed her against him, allowing a few more moments of bliss among uncertainty.

"Hold still," Percy said, pressing his wand to her head and casting a Disillusionment Charm over both of them and the broom. She gasped, obviously taken back by the sudden and deceptive emptiness of the room. "I warn you, I'm a poor flyer. That Weasley gene was never passed to me."

"If I die, I'll just kill you," she said, grabbing his hand. He grasped the broom, mounted it, and guided her in front of him. They hovered near the door to his small balcony.

"Hermes," Percy said, summoning the majestic bird. Audrey gasped again as the bird landed on his arm. "Go and fly, friend. Find a spot in an open wood somewhere. When you feel it is safe, come and find me. Keep yourself well."

The bird flew away and Percy took off in the opposite direction, clinging tightly to Audrey.

Time moved far too slowly as they flew over innocuous buildings covering the vast expanse of London. He wanted desperately to get on solid surface and await news on the safety of his family. The only thing keeping him from completely falling to pieces was the exquisite feeling of gripping Audrey to him. He commanded the broom down near the area she lived, pressing his nose into her short brown hair as she held onto him more tightly.

They landed on the rooftop of a fairly impressive townhouse. The cold winter air, still bitter, whipped around their heads.

"I've not been here since I was a little girl," whispered Audrey, the lights of the city reflecting in her dark eyes. Percy took her hand and reluctantly pulled her from the beautiful sight. They weren't safe, and had to take cover soon.

They climbed down the fire escape and Audrey opened her front door. They quietly removed their shoes and coats, and rushed upstairs as her parents sat in recliner chairs, unaware, watching pictures move across a screen. Percy wasn't too confused at the site. Although, he thought movies were only for theaters. They scurried up the wooden stairs as quietly as they could. Percy felt young again, which was an absurd thought for someone only 20 years old. He felt like he was sneaking around to steal kisses from his girl in some sort of fairytale from someone else's world. They ran into her bedroom and stifled laughter.

His light feeling left as quickly as it had come when he realized again why he had to hide. So much was working against him that Percy had to sit from the weight of it all. His brother was missing, his family was estranged, war was threatening to take everyone he loved, and he was falling for a woman who might as well be from a different world. Nothing looked bright. Audrey's cat seemed to sense his turmoil and leapt onto his lap, her purrs vibrating against his legs.

They sat in heavy silence, Audrey openly studying him as she sat at her desk. He observed her room and realized it was very similar to his. There were stacks of books, in front of shelves of books, and every surface was covered in documents…and books. There were also beautiful black and white photographs of random scenes along with a deep cherry desk near her window. Her bed hung with royal blue hangings, like something directly out of Ravenclaw's dormitory (something Percy could proudly admit he had seen). Audrey's entire room was organized in a chaotic but deliberate way.

"Well, since you're definitely here, we might as well make the most of it," she said, rising from her desk and settling next to him, petting Lucy on his lap.

"I have a nagging feeling that this will all be over soon. Ron's sudden appearance after months on the run makes me think this is all coming to a head," Percy said, avoiding her eyes so as to not show how afraid he was. "I'm going to fight…whenever it happens."

Audrey tried not to choke out a cry of surprise at his words as she moved closer to Percy. "Well, I can't fight. Hell, I don't even know what's going on. But I'll be there for you. I think I've expelled all doubt that either one of us is insane," she said, smiling warmly and touching his face. He met her eyes and calmed.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he smirked. Despite all of the pressure and fear, Percy felt more like himself than he had in a long time. He leaned in and kissed her gently. Her soft lips coupled with her arms around him lit a fire within him, but he tried hard to suppress it, as decorum would dictate. He pulled away, suddenly struck by an idea as Kingsley Shackelbolt's voice rang in head.

"However, we continue to hear truly inspirational stories of wizards and witches risking their own safety to protect Muggle friends and neighbors…perhaps by casting a protective charm over any Muggle dwellings on your street…"

"I'm going to put up some protective spells. My family has passed these down for generations, so they should keep us all quite safe."

He leaned his head out of her bedroom window, letting the cool night air numb his cheeks, and cast the ancient wards with a few flicks of his wand. Percy felt more secure immediately. He came back and sat contentedly on her bed. Audrey took the initiative to sit between his legs with her back against him. He wrapped his arms around her and sighed.

"Why are you really estranged from your family?" Audrey asked, running her hand over his long fingers.

"Well, when this Dark force began to rise, my family immediately started participating in the resistance. However, I took the side of the government, which claimed the possibility of the Dark Lord rising again to be hogwash. Things just got worse from there," he said, mumbling the end of his sentence.

"Well, have you tried to apologize?"

"I'm trying. I keep in touch with my sister-in-law, and she's trying to get my eldest brother to speak to me. I should go back and grovel, but cowardice keeps me from doing so."

"How does your sister-in-law feel about your brother being kidnapped?"

"What do you mean? Bill is fine. Well, he should be, last time I checked."

"I thought he was Ron. How many brothers do you have?"

"I have five brothers and a sister."

"Bloody hell! Your poor mother!" she exclaimed, turning shocked eyes on him.

"She's happy. We're all very different, but it's always been a very loving home," he finished sadly.

"You know they'll welcome you back. Once this is all over, you'll be back where you belong," she said, showering kisses all over his face. Percy held back from saying what was dancing across his lips: 'I belong near you.'

"What's it like living in such a large family? I'm an only child," she said with a shrug.

"Oh we all have our quirks. Bill is the oldest. He's notoriously cool, and yet level-headed. A very good eldest if I do say so. That's why I reached out to him. He's got long hair, which I understand some girls fancy." At that, Audrey moved around the short curls on his head.

"And then there's Charlie. He's a dragon tamer…I find it impractical, but it makes him very brazen and bold. I came after him." He paused to sigh heavily.

"After that, we come to The Twins,"

"Wait! Ginger-haired twin boys?"

"…And everything that it implies. They are clever and mischievous, and when this is all over, I'll take you to their joke shop."

"They have a joke shop? How kitsch!" Audrey said. Percy was momentarily confused, but went on.

"And then there's Ron, the youngest boy. He's quiet and has a huge heart…" Percy couldn't talk anymore, as fear for Ron seemed to grip his vocal chords.

"So the only girl is also the youngest? That must have been hard."

"Not for Ginny. She's full of fire and power like Mum. I haven't really seen her grow up…but I'm sure she's powerful," Percy said, flashes of a slight little girl who used to trail after her brothers invading his mind.

Just then, Fleur's dove patronus appeared before their eyes, and Percy tensed in suspense.

"Ron ees 'ere. We are safe. Molly and Geeny are at Muriel's. I will keep in touch."

The elegant bird disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.

Percy couldn't hold his composure anymore, and felt a tear fall down his cheek. Audrey wiped it away gently, kissing him.

"When it's all over, you'll see them again."

When you forget your name
and the pleasure can't disguise your pain
and you don't feel the same
I won't forget the love you made

Audrey woke in the night to the sound of heavy breathing, and it confused her momentarily. She regained her senses at the tuft of red hair pressed on his pillow on the floor. Percy, ever the gentleman, had spent the past few weeks in her home, sleeping on the floor, and now Audrey gazed at him carefully as light filtered through her dark curtains. He slept exactly how she would expect him to sleep: still, straight on his back, and his hands folded neatly across his chest. His lips were slightly parted, causing a whoosh of air to sound in the room, and Audrey had to resist waking him with a kiss. She didn't want to wake him, because for the past few days he had been so restless that he barely slept.

The weeks had been hard on Percy, which Audrey could discern despite the fact that he had stayed rather closed off following his breakdown on the first night. He busied himself with reading her books, growing quite fascinated by Muggle versions of witches, wizards, and vampires. She could hear him laugh out loud on occasion while reading her Anne Rice books. She wasn't offended, as she liked his wide grin. It showed a side of him that he tried so hard to hide.

After two weeks of books, television, and walks in the garden, Percy couldn't handle being so cooped up any longer. He had decided to wait only one more week before setting out to find his family, but the wait was driving him mad. Audrey could feel the tension in his shoulders every time they embraced.

"You know what? You need to stop moping around here. We need to get out. Can't you just disguise yourself?" she asked, pulling the spellbook he read from his hands. He was pale and drawn, and he needed heartier food and some fresh air. For her part, Audrey needed to be free of Percy's new and dreary personality. Every day he looked more defeated. He may not have been a particularly rugged or masculine person, but he used to carry himself with an air of control that made her weak in the knees.

"What's the point? I'm useless. I can't even help keep my family safe. I'm just languishing in this Muggle flat," he said, pouting like a child.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, it's unbecoming. Let's go out. Do some magic and change your hair and skin or something," she commanded. To further plead her case, she laid open one of his books she had been thumbing through ever since he summoned them. On the page he had marked were spells on how to temporarily change one's appearance. He looked up at her, a spark of knowledge in his eyes that she found irresistible.

"I'm such a fool!"

"I agree," she replied. Percy took a moment to playfully push her aside before kissing her softly on the lips.

"I never put much emphasis on charms. I found it to be folly…but this is a useful spell," he said. She started as he waved his wand over his hair and instantly sprouted shoulder-length blond hair. Audrey laughed; he looked absurd with his thin, long face jutting out from between curtains of golden blond locks. She got a sudden idea.

"Oh, would you do that to me? It would be amazing to govern my looks like that!"

Percy got a sullen look on his face, and traced a finger along her jaw line. She leaned into his touch, sighing heavily at the affection.

"I'm sorry, love. I am too taken with you the way you are, and I'm a selfish person." He kissed her with more passion than she had ever felt before. Something was slowly waking up inside of him, and she could feel it fall into her in waves. He pushed her back a little and cast another spell. Instantly, his freckles disappeared and his skin turned golden brown, his eyes green.

"I feel like I should say 'dude'."

"I think we should break up. You're not my type," she quipped. He mussed her hair, and then met her eyes with a question.

"Are we in a situation where breaking up is possible? Would you call this a serious relationship? I'm sorry for the question, but we never really indicated our intentions to each other. I've never done the whirlwind romance thing and find myself lacking understanding on the subject," he asked in earnest.

Audrey just laughed and kissed his unfamiliar lips. She had the intention of showing him in actions, but his appearance was too foreign to her. "You are the only man I've ever met that has made me so completely beside myself that I'll kiss him in any form. I think it's safe to say I'm devoted."

"As am I," he answered simply, his words were full of power, but the way he turned from her showed her that he was fearful of saying them. Those three words were enough to leave her happy and content for a long time to come. That is, if she didn't know what danger awaited her newfound love. He turned to look into the mirror above her desk.

"Well, no one can see Weasley through this," he said sadly, running his fingers through his hair.

They set out and spent the day walking through shops and along crowded streets. They enjoyed tapas for lunch and took in a play in the afternoon. Audrey loved how fresh and different everything seemed to Percy, how he seemed to take in new sites and sounds hungrily. Every time he marveled at a bit of technology, she wanted to grab him and kiss him, blond hair be damned.

They approached the cobbled street where both of their flats were, and Percy walked quickly toward a worn-down looking bar.

"Must we go here? I know of a nice pub around the corner."

But he just shook his head and walked in. He handed the elderly barman a coin and said, "Daily Prophet, please." He received a paper and they left as quickly as they came.

Before she could ask, Percy put a tanned hand over her lips and guided her to a private corner of a small park, hidden in the shadow of a tree against the setting afternoon sun. They sat there in the grass and Percy began to devour the information, hungrily curious, Audrey sat next to him and read over his shoulder. The moving pictures told her it was a publication of his world.

"Harry Potter: Undesirable Number One:

The Ministry asks for any information regarding this dangerous wizard."

"It's all lies, but at least my family's death isn't plastered across the front pages," he said, taking her hand and kissing it gently. Audrey heard a rustle in the trees, and looked up to find a familiar owl staring back at her, an envelope in his beak.

"Hullo, Hermes," Audrey said bravely, snapping Percy's attention upward. She decided to be brave and held her arm out. The beautiful bird landed on her softly. His beauty and wisdom took her breath away as he handed Percy his letter. Too shocked to speak, he just opened the letter and held it in front of them so she could read it as well. She was touched by his expression of trust.

Humungous Bighead:

I saw this old bird hanging out by Aunt Muriel's. Can you feel it? It's coming. Long Hair said Spider Boy and his lot are off again. It's only a matter of time. When the time comes, find a wise old late bumblebee's estranged and goat-loving brother. I'll be seeing you.

-The older one.

"It's from Fred."

"The older twin! I get it!"

They were both silent for a few moments before his hands moved up to her face, and he kissed her slowly. His lips felt no different despite his difference in appearance. So she returned his kiss hungrily, letting her tongue reach into his mouth and seek his out. He moaned and kissed her more fiercely, winding his fingers into her hair.

She didn't realize how pent up her desire for him had been until the heat pooled between her legs at a startling pace. He hadn't been avoiding contact with her, but he often clumsily excused himself just when things were getting interesting. She was a little hurt, but assumed going slow was part of his very traditional personality. But despite her understanding, being so near to him every night was taking its toll.

However, this night felt different. As they huddled close in the cold air, sitting on the dry winter grass, Percy's motions became fevered, his breathing quickened. It was like something was slowly waking inside of him with every hour that passed in the day.

He kissed her hard and with astounding fervor, breaking from her lips to bite lightly on her exposed neck, pushing her shirt down to reach more untouched skin. She couldn't hold back an excited groan when his gentle hands came up to cup her full breast. She kissed him with what she hoped was her encouragement to go further.

And he adhered to her silent pleas, pulling her on his lap as he leaned against the large tree. She could feel his erection through both of their jeans, and she ground her hips into him with enthusiasm. He whimpered, digging his hands into her soft flesh as he sent them up her skirt. He stopped breathing heavily and pressing his forehead to hers.

"You're so soft and amazing. How am I deserving?"

"Take me home and I'll show you."

He looked shocked at first, but as they hailed a taxi and kissed the ride home away, he became more comfortable and pliable under her hands. Soon, his looks were back to the red she had fallen so hard for.

They stumbled into her dark room, both tugging at each other's clothes in anticipation. She slid off his overcoat and he tugged her sweater over her head. She didn't want her lips to leave his for a second. She was so fearful that in a few days she would lose him, and possibly forever, that she wanted to make sure every part of him was firmly entrenched in her brain, as though he was a figure written in stone on her mind. She wanted to push him flat on her bed, but she backed away, fearful of going too fast for their first time and looking like a harlot.

However, when she let him take the lead, and he reached for the straps of her bra, she noticed his hands were shaking. This was unlike him; he usually tackled everything with confidence and concentration. He was biting his lip, and uncertain look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and bent down to kiss her now exposed breasts.

Any question that was in her mind quickly dissolved as his lips caressed her skin slowly. His actions became more fevered and wanton as he continued his ministrations. He felt to her like something about to explode in a burst of energy and feeling. The excitement was palpable.

Suddenly, as she lifted his starched oxford over his head, he stopped abruptly. He had a horrified look on his face and slowly backed away. Leaving her bra hanging off of her and making her feel so exposed. She quickly covered herself as he stammered. She had no idea why he pulled away, but her shame was quickly overtaking her.

"I'm…I'm sorry. Just give me a second to cover up here," she said, trying to maintain some dignity. He seemed to find himself again and walked over to her quickly.

"No, I'm sorry. I behaved like a cad. I didn't mean to objectify you like that. I don't know what came over me!"

"But I wanted you…I don't understand," she said, trying to get him to look down and meet her eyes.

He looked at her, and then his eyes drew back up over her head. She faltered, unsure of why he couldn't make eye contact. He was a very direct man, and now he seemed to be lost inside of himself.

"The thing is, I haven't lead a very normal life. I've been so caught up in my goals that the common practices of courtship eluded me."

Audrey laughed, a huge weight being taken off of her shoulders.

"Are you telling me you've never…"

"I've been in many situations, but never…ummm…THE situation."

"Do you want me?" she asked. The question had been hanging over her head like a cloud.

"More than I've ever wanted anything, including a high ranking job at the Ministry," he said, smiling shyly and meeting her eyes.

Her heart leapt and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with relief. She had put a lot of herself on the line, and acted in very uncharacteristic ways for this man. She was glad that he felt the same about her that she did about him.

By the time they had disrobed, his erection was throbbing for her, pressing hard against her stomach as he lay over her in the bed. He was kissing her neck, chest, and stomach, blissfully moving at a very slow pace. She reached down and wrapped her hands around him, not surprised that this part of him was long as well, and she was happy to learn he had a good thickness. He gasped, instantly clenching the sheets when she began to move her hand and stroke him.

"Do you like that?" she whispered, reveling in how the simplest sexual act seemed to cause him to lose control.

"Yes. Oh god, Audrey!"

He was thrusting into her hand, gasping and whimpering. She looked at his face, his eyes closed, horn-rimmed glasses still on his head, and biting his lip. She thought it was the sexiest sight she has ever seen. She could also feel that he was getting close. She wasn't hurt or offended by the quickness, on the contrary, she enjoyed how even this was new to him.

He came in hot spurts on her hand, and she continued until at last he collapsed next to her. Panting, he began to whisper.

"Now it's my turn. I may be inexperienced, but I do love learning new things," he said, kissing down her neck and letting his hands move over her breasts again. Her body was naked and expectant before him, and very soon, his fingers were exploring her center.

"Mmmmm, so wet. Is that for me?"

"Why Mr. Weasley, I thought you'd never done this before."

"I learn fast," he said, dipping two fingers into her and causing her to cry out. She had been throbbing with desire for so long, that the slightest gesture sent her almost into orgasm. She took his hand and guided him up to her clit, showing him how she wanted it, and he complied. Soon she was shaking and crying out his name as he kissed her, causing her body to begin convulsing.

"That was…" he said, looking thoroughly stunned and blown away.

"That was nothing compared to…" she never finished her sentence, as he moved on top of her and covered her mouth with his. She could feel him getting hard again against her, and he looked a little shocked at its quickness too.

"You are so sexy, and I…wow. Touching you, feeling you like that, I never realized how erotic this whole experience was."

Audrey tried her best to stifle her laughter. "Of course this experience is erotic, Percy Weasley, it's sex." She enjoyed his mischievous grin and his happy kiss as 'punishment' for her inopportune sarcasm.

He hovered over her entrance, looking at her questioningly. She put her hand over his cock and guided him in. He gasped at the feeling, and she gasped at being filled for the first time in a very long time.

He was thrusting in her carefully, obviously trying hard not to quicken his pace. She looked at him, and felt a throb of desire within her when she saw him biting his lip, his face in pure ecstasy. He had finally let go, and was letting himself feel. She reached her arms out to brush her fingers down his flat, thin stomach as he let out another shuddering moan.

"You feel incredible, Audrey. So tight, so hot…I just…" he whispered, his breathing labored.

"Don't hold back, love. Just let go," she called back, encouraging him to embrace this part of him he had never felt before. He grunted deeply within his throat and put his hands on her face, kissing her hard.

"You are the embodiment of perfection."

He lasted much longer this time, as they moved together slowly, savoring every stroke, every touch. He came whispering her name once again, his face buried in her neck and her hands twisted in his hair, messy from their lovemaking.

"I'm in love with you," he said, seemingly shocked to hear it coming out of his mouth.

"I've been in love with you since that first dance," she answered, falling into a comfortable sleep with her head on his chest.

In the wee hours of the morning, the dove came again, and her heart sank.

"I'll come back for you, but you have to stay here, and stay safe. I love you," he said, disappearing before the first tear even rolled down her face. She felt powerless, but loved. She would wait for him. If he never came, she would grieve for him. She dreaded both.

All I can do is love you to pieces
Give you a shoulder to cry when you need it
When the day is long and the night is coming down on you

All I can do

It's all that I can do.